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At the end of the village was a shoemaker's shop, just as at the end of Salthill there was a barber's shop. From hence I went to Henley, which is eleven miles from Maidenhead, and thirty-six from London.
When he let them go to Salthill and contrived to dine at Windsor, he certainly took a step that most men would have felt not very delicate in its appearance, and unless there was some private understanding between him and them, not altogether fair; especially if you add to it the sort of conversation he held with regard to them.
In his dotage making a rod to whip himself. Well, well." There are Presbyterians at Salthill. Wherever they are they always wear good coats, have good houses, well-clad children. To be comfortably off seems part of their creed. One of them said, "There never was a more faithful worshipper of the Grand Old Man than myself, up to a certain time, I mean. I dropped him before he went over to Parnell.
Should such a mistake occur, you need not be uneasy beforehand, for I will take every possible care of your widows; should it not, and should we reach Salthill in safety, I intend to testify my sense of the excellence of your driving by a present of ten guineas apiece! Gentlemen, I have done with you. I give you my honour that I am serious in what I have said to you. Do me the favour to mount."
We were poor, I say, and I had been used to straits, even before my poor father died. But my husband has been always accustomed to luxury and comfort, and now that poverty has come suddenly upon us Mrs. C.N. Yes, madam, very like. Mrs. C.N. Woodward, madam. He was curate of Salthill, near Eton. Mrs. There is genuine gratitude in your kind face.
Do they say their prayers to the Grand Old Man?" Another Salthill malcontent said: "An English visitor sneeringly asked me how it was that the Irish could not trust one another. I said, 'We cannot trust these men, and we can give you what ought to be a satisfactory reason for our distrust.
These arrangements made, soon after six o'clock on a dark winter evening I set off, accompanied by Ann, towards Piccadilly; for it was my intention to go down as far as Salthill on the Bath or Bristol mail. Our course lay through a part of the town which has now all disappeared, so that I can no longer retrace its ancient boundaries Swallow Street, I think it was called.
Whatever I may think of their inns, it is impossible not to admire and be charmed with this country. I took my way through Slough, by Salthill, to Maidenhead. At Salthill, which can hardly be called even a village, I saw a barber's shop, and so I resolved to get myself both shaved and dressed. For putting my hair a little in order, and shaving me, I was forced to pay him a shilling.
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